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                    <TEI xmlns="http://www.tei-c.org/ns/1.0"><text xml:lang="eng"><body><div type="translation" n="urn:cts:greekLit:tlg0085.tlg005.perseus-eng3" xml:lang="eng"><sp><l n="880">For he is in the protecting care of our well-intentioned ally, Strophius of Phocis, who warned me of trouble on two scores—your own peril beneath <placeName key="tgn,7002329">Ilium</placeName>’s walls, and then the chance that the people in clamorous revolt might overturn the Council, as it is natural</l><l n="885">for men to trample all the more upon the fallen.  Truly such an excuse supports no guile.
            </l><milestone unit="card" n="887"/><milestone unit="para"/><l n="887">As for myself, the welling fountains of my tears are utterly dried up—not a drop remains. In night-long vigils my eyes are sore</l><l n="890">with weeping for the beacon-lights set for you but always neglected. The faint whir of the buzzing gnat often waked me from dreams in which I beheld more disasters to you than the time of sleep could have compassed.
               
                  </l><milestone unit="para"/><l n="895">But now, having born all this, my heart freed from its anxiety, I would hail my husband here as the watchdog of the fold, the savior forestay of the ship, firm-based pillar of the lofty roof, only-begotten son of a father, or land glimpsed by men at sea beyond their hope,</l><l n="900">dawn most fair to look upon after storm, the gushing stream to thirsty wayfarer—sweet is it to escape all stress of need.  Such truly are the greetings of which I deem him worthy.  But let envy<note anchored="true" n="904" resp="Smyth">By her fulsome address Clytaemestra invites, while seeming to deprecate, the envy of the gods.</note>be far removed, since many were the ills</l><l n="905">we endured before.
   <milestone unit="para"/>And now, I pray you, my dear lord, dismount from your car, but do not set on common earth the foot, my King, that has trampled upon <placeName key="tgn,7002329">Ilium</placeName>. <stage>To her attendants</stage> Why this loitering, women, to whom I have assigned the task to strew with tapestries the place where he shall go?</l><l n="910">Quick!  With purple let his path be strewn, that Justice may usher him into a home he never hoped to see.  The rest my unslumbering vigilance shall order duly, if it please god, even as is ordained.

            </l></sp><milestone unit="card" n="914"/><sp><speaker>Agamemnon</speaker><l n="914">
               Offspring of Leda, guardian of my house,</l><l n="915">your speech fits well with my absence; for you have drawn it out to ample length.  But becoming praise—this prize should rightly proceed from other lips.  For the rest, pamper me not as if I were a woman, nor, like some barbarian,<note anchored="true" n="919" resp="Smyth">Some take this to mean: <gloss>Nor, as if I were a barbaric chieftain, grovel to me.</gloss></note>
                  </l><l n="920">grovel before me with widemouthed acclaim; and do not draw down envy upon my path by strewing it with tapestries.  It is the gods we must honor thus; but it is not possible for a mortal to tread upon embroidered fineries without fear.</l><l n="925">I tell you to revere me not as a god, but as a man.  Footmats and embroideries sound diverse in the voice of Rumor; to think no folly is the best gift of the gods.  Only when man’s life comes to its end in prosperity dare we pronounce him happy;</l><l n="930">and if I may act in all things as I do now, I have good confidence.
            </l></sp><sp><speaker>Clytaemestra</speaker><l n="931">
               Come now, tell me this, in accordance with your mind.
            </l></sp><sp><speaker>Agamemnon</speaker><l n="932">
               Purpose!  Be assured that I shall not corrupt my mind.
            </l></sp><sp><speaker>Clytaemestra</speaker><l n="933">
               You would in fear have vowed to the gods to act thus.
            </l></sp><sp><speaker>Agamemnon</speaker><l n="934">
               If someone with full knowledge had pronounced this word.
            </l></sp><sp><speaker>Clytaemestra</speaker><l n="935">What do you suppose that Priam would have done, if he had achieved your triumph?
            </l></sp><sp><speaker>Agamemnon</speaker><l n="936">
               He would have set foot upon the embroideries, I certainly believe.
            </l></sp><sp><speaker>Clytaemestra</speaker><l n="937">
               Then do not be be ashamed of mortal reproach.
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